I am a grim reaper.
Beautiful face, pale and handsome, tall and thin, with dark wings, a robe in the polar night, a giant scythe shrouded in a sinister atmosphere, dark red eyes looking at the world disdainfully with cold eyes as deep as thousand-year-old frozen soil. Standing on tiptoes every day, on the top of the tallest building in the most prosperous city, letting the strong wind blow up the clothes, shaking the red wine glass, looking for the next target.
I don't have any of these because I am an ordinary office worker.
"Xiao Wang! Have you finished the forms for this week? Hurry up!"
"Hey, Xiao Wang, please give me a copy of the documents from the last meeting. Thank you!"
"How many times have I told you to do this here! Do it again!"
"Xiao Wang, help me get a cup of coffee!"
"Xiao Wang..."
Working shifts from 5 to 9, always flattering my boss, having a difficult relationship with colleagues, and working hard every morning for perfect attendance - if I hadn't lost my memory and was dedicated to my job, I would have started to doubt that I was an ordinary human being. Also, who would have thought that their diligent colleagues, the boss next door and Wang Wangwang, who was shouting and drinking, and I, were a real god of death?
Damn it, I can only imagine how twisted they laughed when they heard this.